Morning Discussion

It truly is the most wonderful time of the year. Friends and family gather round, feasts are held three days in a row and there's enough half-melted refrozen snow slush for you to feel some kind of victory. Unless, of course, so much flu courses through your veins that even your sloshed uncle is more alert, stabler and a better conversationalist than you.

I've tried almost every potion, poultice, syrup, pill, powder, lozenge and tincture under the sun, all to no avail. Desperate times call for desperate measures and it'll be a cold day in Walthamstow before I let Kwanzaa be ruined too so if I'm not on the mend by tomorrow it'll be the ole Dr. Bronner's Magic Soap. Dilute! Dilute! O.K.!